Innovation is like looking for pieces in a jigsaw puzzle. You have to find a lot of pieces that don't match to find the one or two pieces that match.
--Edward Conard
deep in the trenches a forest of cardboard trees and stained glass windows twiddling pieces through fingers sizing up like private eye a piece here…and there like a long drawn out story finally middle latched shut and made the sign of the cross now I aim for the quadrants
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